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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

Betty's POV

It's been about a week since the incident. I haven't talked to any of my friends, haven't been to school, haven't gone to work. It feels like every time I get something good in my life, I just have to fuck it up.

The only times I do get up is to use the bathroom, shower, and eat. And I'm not really doing any of that a whole lot.

The sound that I'm constantly hearing is my phone. Either ringing, or beeping, it's going off one way or another.

And right now is one of those times. I hear my phone begin to ring, so I turn over to look and see who it is. I see the contact name...

Jones

I chuckle a little bit to myself. My boyfriend's contact name in my phone isn't something cringy like babe💕

It's fucking Jones.

I crack myself up sometimes.

I turn over and think if I should answer it or not. I haven't talked to him in a week and he's probably worried.

"It'll be brief," I tell myself.

I pick up my phone and answer the call. I put the phone up to my ear and wait for him to talk. I don't even say hello...

"Betts?!" He asks shocked, "Are you okay? I've been calling you all week!"

"I'm fine..."

That's what I've been saying for the past week. Every time someone asks me how I'm doing.

I'm fine...

"A-Are you sure? I've been really worried... we all have."

I sigh. I can't just tell him I tried to fucking kill myself. It's not something you just talk about. I play with the hem of my shirt, sitting up in my bed.

"I'm sure, Jones. Just... just don't worry about me, okay?" I smile sweetly. You know that tone in your voice when you're either faking being happy or are actually pretty excited?

Yeah, that's the tone I was talking in. Except, I was the first option. I love him, and our relationship has been hectic. Hell, sometimes I even question if I should move and start somewhere fresh.

I just want him to be happy. I just want to be happy...

It feels like everything is running a mile a minute through my mind. I feel like I'm experiencing ever emotion all at once.

I sigh before replying. "Listen, if you're really worried about me, then you can come over here."

"Alright. I'm coming over now. See you in 10."

(A/N: IM HELPLESSSSSSSSSSSS! Sorry I'm listening to Hamilton while writing this :)

Then he hung up. I look at my phone shocked. "No..." he can't come over now! I need to shower, shave, wash my hair, get dressed, eat, clean my room—

"Hey, Betty, are you up?" My foster mother calls.

I hesitate to answer but decide to anyway. "Um... yeah. I'm getting ready."